I’m not gonna lie, The Citroen vehicle here looks pretty nifty, especially those headlights. But there’s one tiny problem with fixing it: Citroens are jam packed on the inside, probably because they’re so small. As you can see, the gang has trouble reinstalling the tent for the air supply, because they moved something out a mere inch. I’m pretty sure this isn’t just how Citroen makes their cars, either. I think it’s also how they do everything at Peugeot Citroen HQ: cram stuff in so you need less space. Employees would often jam stuff into their desk drawers. They even bought more clutter to cram into their desks if they didn’t have enough clutter. I mean, they were really committed to this business practice.
Unfortunately, Peugeot Citroen bought so much clutter for their offices that they almost went bankrupt and had to sell out.
Our ol’ friends here are back to repair this 1960 Plymouth Fury. It is a mighty attractive car, mainly because of the chrome trim. Now, I come from the future, and all cars are covered in chrome. In fact, absolutely everything is covered in chrome in the future. We have chrome chairs, chrome bathtubs, even chrome houses. I have an adorable chrome cat, and chrome grass grows in my lawn. Now, you may be thinking, “Why chrome?” Is it the only metal available in the future? Maybe chrome serves a structural purpose; maybe it makes everything work better.
Well, it’s because chrome looks cool.
A Little Bit of Junkyard Heaven: Clutching Buds in the Mud
Our old friends Cold War Motors are back with a new vidjayo, and it’s the usual glorious gas-powered foolishness. They’re hunting the elusive Mopar slant-six engine. A slant six has six cylinders all in a row, canted to one side. I loved my slant six Dart beater back in the day. The whole (stage) left side of the engine compartment is empty, and you can put your feet in there while sitting on the fender and banging on the engine, which you’ll do quite often, because Mopar.
Officially, this car is just being detailed. That’s what these guys do. A man with a Triumph Spitfire taking up space in his unraked leaves gave it away to our heroes here if they would simply agree to get it out of there. Woohoo! Free car. Of course “free car” didn’t mean “free lunch,” so there was plenty of elbow grease required to put humpty hoopty back together again. So what? People go to a lot more trouble and expense to restore less interesting cars. A Triumph Spitfire is a blast to drive. You just have to learn the correct prayers and incantations to intone before turning the key. Look on the bright side: it was just as likely to not start when it was brand new as it is now. It’s a British car, and wiring harness smoke is factory installed.